Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Dominican Republic and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Donny Hathaway. All the underground hits.
All Barclay James Harvest tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Niagra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Albert Ayler record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thee Headcoats,
Kenny Larkin,
Make Up,
Yellowson,
Cymande,
Amon Düül,
Yaz,
The Wake,
Marc Almond,
KRS-One,
The Angels of Light,
Ohio Players,
The Names,
Judy Mowatt,
Goldenarms,
MC5,
Suburban Knight,
Big Daddy Kane,
Severed Heads,
Ludus,
Colin Newman,
the Slits,
ABC,
Matthew Bourne,
Sun Ra,
Carl Craig,
Terry Callier,
Zapp,
Harry Pussy,
Wally Richardson,
Dorothy Ashby,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Lou Reed,
Mo-Dettes,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Visage,
Kas Product,
The Human League,
Scrapy,
Eurythmics,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Electric Prunes,
Angry Samoans,
Eli Mardock,
Malaria!,
8 Eyed Spy,
Kaleidoscope,
Das Ding,
Letta Mbulu,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Harmonia,
Duran Duran,
JFA,
Eric Dolphy,
Whodini,
Alison Limerick,
In Retrospect,
Section 25,
The Saints,
Jacob Miller,
the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.